Shroud

Photo © 2017 Jennifer Wagner

Each season has its own offering.  Spring buds.  Summer glows.  Autumn colors.  Winter shrouds.  In winter, we hold contradictions up to the waning light, swirl them round the glass, sip.  Our losses are bettered in this reflection, when we can begin to see what good comes even after the fissured earth cracks again, when what remains softens, fills.

how silent now

this path strewn with jagged stones

a softening of snow

© 2017 Jennifer Wagner

Wolf Moon Howls

it’s just a moment in the snow,

everything so suddenly white,

so clear,

you lose your balance—

your foggy breath wisp-

ing

a        w                  a                             y                  

pouring out

a glass

of yesterday’s rain

in wolf moon howls

through silvered firs—

the sky winking back,

peace

folding,

closing

© 2017 Jennifer Wagner